[AGELIMIT]those above 13 due to violence and disturbing themes[/AGELIMIT]
Chapter One
Certain scientific theories state an existence of an ancient island untouched by humans and never seen by outside eyes; a lost world of gods we have never witnessed. Typically believed to be a foolish idea, expeditions were never scheduled to recover the island. Then, in the mid twentieth century it was found by Japanese sailors in the vast open waters of the Pacific. This significantly enraged the Americans as they had inclined to find the island first. However, both American and Japanese scientists began scouring the isle for as many fantastic creatures they could stumble upon. Doctor Samuel Oak came across several species and examined them. The results were astounding: not only were these creatures unseen by human eyes until now, but they all possessed a sort of ability which was often elemental. Furthermore, they tended to change appearance as they grew older. A select few species had the females appear unlike the males. Male Nidorans for instance are bright red, while the females are pale grayish blue.
Before many people had realized, the island had become a new are for housing and development. This secluded the creatures in tiny forests and open fields, away from the humans. In came a new batch of scientists; the Research of Creature Kinfolk Extinction Team. They were fixated upon finding more than what was already discovered – those who had died out. Oak and his fellow researchers were pushed aside as ROCKET began tearing away at the island and possibly doing more harm than help. They never found much for thirty years… and thirty years passed.
It went all wrong. Not days after ROCKET researchers had recovered the fossilized remains of the extinct Mew had the cloning procedure begun. That is when the process went awry, that is when it went all wrong. Someone had made a miscalculation or error in the preparation. They did not end up with a clone, but a mutation of the original. A horrible, revenge bent creature with limitless abilities. It ruined the facility, and murdered the scientists, leaving a trail of bloodied bodies in its path. The creature disappeared, but the damage it wreaked did not.
Thankfully, ROCKET developed a method of containing such creatures. Small, fist-sized capsules would be given out to people to clear out the island of the creatures, leaving it a place where populous could live normal lives without further disruption. Now the creatures could be contained inside pockets, allowing those who held them to have the authority instead of mindless beasts.
Conversely, this did not sit too well with the pocket monsters themselves. They would scuttle, tunnel, take wing or attack those who tried to capture them. Needless to say, these capturers would need a trained beast of their own to weaken it. After much difficulty, ROCKET employees got their hands on smaller monsters and began giving them out to children as young as ten years of age to round up the pocket monsters. It soon became fashion to show off the beasts you caught to your friends and they were even used as power; as weapons against others.
The weaponry, in question is perhaps the most disturbing fact of them all. To battle with others, was to battle to death. The pocket monsters would be placed in an arena, aiming to slaughter each other. Whoever’s beast triumphed in battle would go on to the next round, the loser on the other hand was… eliminated, to put it pleasantly. These battles would rage and each failing trainer removed from the competition and from life. Though optional, it was the fashion of the day; and a terrible fashion it was.
I present you with this extraordinary tale of my adventures in these specific situations. These are the tales of the ROCKET infiltration and the clone rampage. I give you the Pokémon and the cruelty dealt to them.
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I once hid my identity to protect my family as I attempted to bring down ROCKET from the inside. It never worked, I never discovered who ROCKET’s leader was, I never was able to turn in the employees anonymously to the police, and I was never able to defend myself from being found out. I was Suspect Red, a failed double agent.
But I was found. The personnel of the company discovered my family and my friends and brutally slaughtered them, and now I was scampering away like some sort of squirrel from a diseased dog; caught in the jaws of the demonic corporation with no escape. Surely I would be a dead man eventually and the blood would be on ROCKET’s hands.
Pallet Town was my veil of protection at the time and it had become knowledge that Doctor Oak had began giving away the remainder of his Pokémon since he had no further use of them. I had none, so from that I decided to stop by his laboratory in south east Pallet Town. The town itself was smaller than I had ever expected it to be, it had around nine roads and perhaps twenty houses. From the most northwest corner of the place, I could see the doctor’s lab as clearly as though it were directly in front of me. Frankly, it took me all of five minutes to cross the town and reach the laboratory.
The lab was dimly lit, I expected all the Pokémon to be taken already and it was closed for the day. I was right; Oak stopped me from going past the door.
“Oi!” he shouted, “you know they’re all gone!”
“They are?” I grunted sarcastically.
Oak gave me an irritably false laugh and then spoke, “If you want one, I just caught this one,”
He handed me a capsule and said, “This contains a Pikachu, but it has something severely wrong with it. I caught it for my grandson, Gary but he wouldn’t want that one.”
Oak paused and scratched his chin then began walking away, “You look quite capable to me, you could work out the… uh, kinks in it.”
What kinks he was talking about, I was likely to find out. As soon as I pressed the release button on the face, a bright yellow flash met my eyes. Almost immediately, I found myself face to face with the strangest Pikachu I had ever seen. Its fur was matted in some areas, others it was sticking up like pins; the fur was even missing in some portions. Worst of all, it looked diseased. Its pupils were dilated and its scars were only half healed. I now could see the kinks in this creature.
It stared at me and gave a strange sound, sounding like a cross between a squeak and a growling cough. This was going to take a long time.